Being a curious wee baggage when it comes to the differences in how people live I thought this was a bandwagon worth jumping on. So, without further ramblings, welcome to my morning:This is the view from my kitchen sink. To the left you can see the bamboo wind chimes left behind by the previous tenant. I know when one of my local possums are in the tree because they set the chimes clanking. If they're not alerting me to their presence with their hissing!
Centre stage is the ubiquitous Hills Hoist. Good Aussie icon, that and very handy since *gasp* I don't own a clothes dryer.
The garden bench may look nice but it's not a great place to sit as the view from it is of my box of a two story house.Heading over to Dickson shops to check my post box, I pass my old bus stop (these are 1970s Canberra icons which always remind me of small bomb shelters for some weird reason). And, luckily for you there happened to be a bus there (dying of excitement yet?)Past the local public library, also quite bunkerish. Historically significant because it was the first district library constructed in Canberra, apparently and designed by a chap called Taglietti. Sort of reminds me of Frank Lloyd Wright's work in a strange sort of way...Just next to the library (on the other side of the white car, in fact) is the local Woolies. Can't think of anything exciting to say about this so will turn left and walk past the front of the libraryand on to the post office and my favorite bit of Dickson, the sheep dog and sheep (no New Zealand jokes, please!) The smaller of the blue sheep (on the left) is where I sit while waiting for the post office to open so I can collect my parcels......like I did this morning.
As I was taking this photo, lovely Kate who works there asked why I was taking it. I started to explain "Well, in the blog world Thursday is Corners of my Home day..." and before I could get any further she interrupted and said "And you think you live here because you're always here picking up parcels?!". Needless to say I put her straight and wandered off home with the parcel tucked under my arm whistling Who are the people in your neighbourhood?(Listening to: Duran Duran, Rio)